Nothing said to you is productive. You intentionally, malevolently filter out anything that could be. You’re about as willfully ignorant as they come, and as structurally superfluous as a rectum on my elbow. After your typical oathbreaking treachery, I owe you no respect; not even that I’d cede a fellow human being.

But it’s alright. Your society will collapse, horrifically, and I’m going to routinely, reflexively make light of it. The day quickly approaches where you and yours can only hurt yourselves.